I spat onto the floor, hot blood running freely from my lip. I looked up at Sian who seemed as puzzled as me Garran was looking awkwardly at the floor.
Sian spun and looked at him.
"Garran, look me in the eye and swear that you did nothing but bind her!" she growled.
"Well..." Garran looked like Sam getting told off by my mum.
"Oh for Gods sake, Garren answer the question!" she barked furiously.
"I..." he mumbled something incomprehensable then repeated it when Sian gave him a stern glare. "I blooded her..." he scowled at the floor.
"Well, that screws my plan up a bit." Sian barked. "Come on, we're going to the train station, honey. Garren, meet me at the garden. One am, don't be late."
As we walked through town, Sian explained what had happened to me and why. They were vampyres and had heard a prophecy that I would become a vampire or plan the destruction of the entire vampyre race. If they had just taken me, there would have been a massive search which would be more painful for my family than just me dying really fast. The binding spell slowed my heart rate until it was no longer noticable on hospital equipment and made me unable to respond or move until it was removed by a vampyre.
I asked her a lot of questions about being a vampyre such as would I grow fangs or be unable to cast a shadow (Bram Stoker has a lot to answer for, half the stuff I thought I knew is complete bull). My nails and teeth had already become strong, due to the 'change in my bodily needs', but other than that I looked exactly the same. The only change was my hair, Sian had dip-dyed it red at the tips so I looked different to anyone who had read the newspaper story about the 'innocent young teen' who died after a mysterious seizure at the fair. When we got to the railway station I had to go to the toilet full of nausea due to the overload on my senses. Sian was used to it though and admitted she was only 16 when she was blooded, so she knew how I felt.
"How old are you now?" I asked her cautiously.
"In Earth Years? I'm about 92... That's just twenty or so in vampyre years!" She laughed, seeing my shocked expression.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, it wasn't ideal, capturing my face as a sweet fourteen year old for at least 20 years. "So my driving license may be a long time in coming, huh?" We laughed our socks off at the idea of about 100 candles on my sweet 16th Birthday cake!
"You want to know something?" she asked softly.
"Well, duh!" I said cheekily.
"Hey, maybe I wont tell you if you're so cocky!" she sounded jokey, so I assumed it would be something cool.
"Tell meee!" I whined like a pathetic two year old.
"I'm not happy Garran blooded you..." she sighed "but although I'm grumpy, I'm glad we finally got a new traveling companion." she grinned and gave me a high five.
"What do I call him anyway?" I asked. "Calling him Garran is too informal!"
Sian laughed. "I think Mr Ruthven is OK, I mean I'm going to be your mentor but technically, you're his apprentice now... For you, what he says goes, unless it's suicidal, obviously..."
"So what do I have to do?" I asked, nervously.
"Cook for him, help him find blood, follow his orders and guard his coffin when he's asleep."
"So I'm his servant from now on?"
"Yeah."
"Well that sucks..."
"Very funny..."
